Sexual Healing

Yami slowly came to after the beating he took, sore as hell especially in the head and feeling like he was going to throw up. "Oh, you're finally awake." Upon seeing Nancy he thrashed about in anger trying to get at her only to discover that he was strapped down to a bed, his arms and legs tied by the bed sheets. "You're gonna get raped, you know that bitch?"

Yami growled. "Let me go you crazy bitch!"

Nancy reached for something, and Yami felt a stinging pain across his arm that jolted him into silence. "I guess you don't like domination." Yami could feel blood running freely from his arm, then saw the bayonet Nancy had in her hands. He began screaming again in rage. "Geez you sound like a girl when you do that." Nancy dropped the bayonet, the tip of the blade sinking into the wooden floor.

Seeing his own blood drip from it made Yami calm down a little. "What are you going to do to me?" he asked, not knowing that he would like the answer. Before Yami could scream again Nancy was upon him, strapping on a ball gag roughly over his mouth. Yami thrashed about under her but to no avail. He couldn't even try and fight her off because of the restraints. Once the gag was securely in place Nancy yanked him back by the hair.

"This seem familiar to you prick?"

"Mmmppph," Yami screamed around the gag. He realised even in his pain that something was wrong. He noticed that he was currently wearing a wig, from the way it pulled against his scalp it seemed to have been glued on. He also realised that he was stripped to the waist, there was something on his back and he was wearing a pair of tights. In other circumstances he would have felt rather sexy at the way he was currently dressed.

"Better quit that," Nancy commented, letting go. "Don't want to rip it off." She climbed off and went to pick out something else. "Oh, that reminds me." A rather large mirror was placed in Yami's face, and he struggled harder than ever when he saw the way he was dressed, taking in the long brown hair, snake tattoo and purple tights.

"Holy fuck, I'm dressed as Vega?" Yami struggled harder than ever to get free, anger and fear rushing through him at being dressed up as the Spanish matador.

"Is it all starting to come together now?" Nancy asked. Yami thought he knew the answer to his earlier question as to what Nancy was going to have done to him when he heard a knock at the door. "That must be our guest." Nancy unlocked the door and leaned against the wall with a smirk. "It's open." The door burst open to reveal Dan Hibiki, dressed in his pink gi and taunting loudly at the news Reiko has given him.

"Where's Vega?" he cried, searching the room madly. Oh no, Yami sobbed around the ball gag. Dan saw him tied on the bed and rushed him. "Vegaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!" he yelled happily, pouncing on Yami right where Nancy had slashed him with the bayonet. "I'm so hot and hard for you, Vega my love!" Yami screamed and screamed around the ball gag as Dan reached around. "You're been on a diet? Or have you just been running so much?" Yami tried to yell for the love crazed Street Fighter to get off him, but all that came out were muffled moans. "It doesn't matter how much you run, I'll always come after you Vega my love!" Clearly he was very much convinced that Yami was Vega. "Isn't this fun Vega my love?"

Yami cried out in response. "No! No! Fuck no! I'm not Vega, faggot! Get the fuck away from me!"

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Yami was pronounced dead by the doctors that had been called to the scene after Nancy was done with him. She understood the police were after Dan Hibiki over his rape and death. He was currently under protection; some friends in the military would help him out. Nancy owed him that much at least, after what he did he deserved protection.